zondag 10 juli 2011

My benificiary

To me he stands for safety, security
No drama, no oh-I-hope-he-likes-me
No misunderstandings, no misconceptions
In my mind, my inception
Love aint sex, sex aint love
Keeps my feet down when I want to rise above
Jealousy aint an option for he aint mine to keep
Honest about everything, no need to creep
We meet at dusk, we rise till dawn
With leaving his presence, from my heart he's gone
Keeps me safe, protects me from every fall
My personal hitman, aiming every feeling that comes along
He aint mine cuz I aint his
Friends with benefits and nothing more, that's what it is.

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